Collage of four tattoos showing cats and dogs: a black silhouette on the neck, a fine line heartbeat with paw print on the inner arm, a fine line cat on the chest, and a watercolour cat and dog on the

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Cat and dog tattoo designs in four placements

Fine line · Neck · Mixed · Photo

The collage shows four separate photographs of cat and dog tattoo designs. Two are bold black silhouettes or solid outlines, one is a thin single-line cat with a curling tail and paw prints above it, and one combines a heartbeat line, a dog's head and a paw print in fine black linework. The bottom-right tattoo uses soft watercolour splashes in pink, blue and orange behind a white silhouette of a cat and dog.

Fine line Blackwork Neck Forearm Chest Other Cat Dog Paw print Heartbeat Heart Silhouette Watercolour splash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you, where the fire can find your knees. This is the wedding at Crook Hollow, the spring the bell rope rotted and the vicar had to ring the chapel bell by hand. The bride was a grey cat called Pell, who had kept the mill for nine winters and would not be hurried by anybody. The groom was Tam, a spaniel with one ear that stood up and one that didn't, who had chased the carrier's ponies the length of the valley and never once caught one.

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The trouble was the vows. Pell would only say hers sitting on the wall, and Tam would only stand still if somebody gave him a biscuit, and there were no biscuits in Crook Hollow that year because the flour had gone to the miller's cousin. So the whole village stood in the rain with their hats off, waiting, while the two of them looked at each other across the lane like a pair of cross-stitched samplers that had come unpicked.

Then Tam did a thing nobody expected. He lay down in the mud, very slowly, and curled his tail the way a cat does when it is pleased with itself. Pell laughed, the first time anyone had heard her laugh, and she walked down off the wall and pressed one damp paw to the middle of his chest, just where the heart goes. The vicar said the words over the sound of the rain, and the bell, rung by hand, struck once for each of them.

They are both under the apple tree by the mill now. The old folk say you can still see their two shapes on the bark if the light is low enough, one sitting, one leaning, and a line between them like a heartbeat that never quite settles.